FEEDING FEAR.

Upheaval of ones mental faculties,

Through doubt, extreme worry, anxieties...

And insecurities,

Is the biggest door,

Opening the longest hall, towards...

The largest chasm... for being controlled,

If not by the dark self...

(Being at times ones own worst enemy)...

But by a powerful ill intentioned someone else.

YOU ARE LOVE!

Can I express from the deepest heart of me,

The passion coated in ineffable love,

And every look spurs more intensity,

So powerless to give words their meaning

the truth is, you are L...!

INTRINSIC, (THE INITIAL CRY).

My mind loves...

My heart loves...

My body loves and...

My soul loves you.

There is no expression of me...

That does not love you.

And if I were to lose this connection,

From that day...

I could not accept anything else...

Except wanting to pass over soon after...

Or seek to obtain a justifiable explanation.

Because as there is the countenance of life

Continuously rolling,

With all its wonder, magnificence, beauty...

Divine essence enfolding;

Without you in it...

Measures of loves grace would surely diminish,

And as the meaning of life, falsely dismissed

Is marred by one's bereft reaction...

It would serve no purpose.

As the urge then, is to emotionally crave an exit,

Sleeping nights only for it to finish.

THE ISNESS IS.

Rich, is the abundance of life; caught in

the vision of the 'now,'

Past reflection and future-nothing, bring

countless images... mindfulness energy...

based in potential from influences so rife,

which in itself pertains to some cause for

pending strife,

And wonder, life glows, has rendered its...

compelling presence of power, to passing

glimpses; metaphors used in the arts...

altered states, experienced and written by

enlightened writers, aesthetics or creative

sensitives, somehow!

What's the point you're making? I'm asked.

'Everyone dies; and in between birth and death

is a trail, a rugged journey.'

Which is reality; the perpetual 'Now.'

SLIPPERY FROM GRASP.

Obscure is truth we all can see around us.

Blind folded by others impressions, labels

Positions, professional rank, work status...

Is the system, conditioned to dictating lives,

Numbed by it! The familiar society babble...

Which harbours stress, tensions, traumas,

Insecurities, fears, pressures, created nauseas...

Seeping, gloriously into the consciousness veil

Called 'making a living;' the fuel of existance

Within daily life's racial and cultural corners,

And for some, plastic surgery, synthetic skin

Beautification addiction, boosts vain practice...

A circle of thinking, narcissistic renew look order,

And Mother Nature cries, irrational behaviour

Promoting, 'Product society disorder syndrome'

Pushing natural boundaries and borders!

Pastime roulettes: lottery hopes to win millions

Heightened nebulas anticipation for a while

But followed quickly by disbelieving smiles,

As prime time viewing on television serves

To make idols, the pursuit of fame as to bathe

The id in glamour life styles,

Which constantly overwhelms and astounds

The heart, so transient is such wanting; On is...

Ambition's heat, then off; like riding to nowhere

on a battered school bus,

Wrapped in; and lost, in wearing fine paper...

clothes of illusion where...

Purpose and reason in true essence alludes us!

SPOILS!

And for the one ambitious illusion,

Waves of anguish trickle slowly to

Its conclusion,

Grey news drones into the cell...

Like a distraught muffled yell,

Making stern noises in priority...

Hollow is envogue's tidal swell?

As the ship comes in bringing down

Significant ones health wise,

Striving for what? a shallow prize...

And after accomplishment...

What then?

A lonely life!

When everyone cared about is absent...

To share the spoils by,

Have died!!

QUIET DIN.

The sun showers rays down on...

my parade today,

Grasping much luminous light...

Before they subside then fade,

Its huge smile everywhere...

Tingles the solemn mood one's

imprisoned in,

And heralds the view of freedom

In joy, for a moment, away from

The noise of quiet din!

DARK HAPPINESS.

Insular! Reserved, suppressed deep waters.

Open to impressionable urges that shun resistance,

Experiences pound, lead to traumatic acceptance...

From taut, strained environmental consciousness

Moulded by patterns of adverse parental guidance,

And so, welcomes the urban fabulous connection,

Lost, is identity of character to the sloth of abject

Individual hopelessness.

Just to feel the presence in strength of being.

In the shape of Belonging to a group or gang,

Existance charts a fated course from a youth in

Urbanhood to a fearless, respected, angry man,

Carrying a frightening baggage of potential crime,

At the hip decorating pockets, a gun, a knife,

Dream bubbles rise of wealth but karma whistles ill

Tidings to claim an innocent life.

The only way from the underground is to reach those

Ranks of the feared, then wait for the damn pointed

Finger of come-upance giving the orders to maim...

Walk the plank towards brutal death or serve years!

The edge, dark happiness rush, comes while the soul

screams,

Then realization bursts mercilessly outward at the

seams,

As the urban coma leaves a life led, extremely

Concussed... in regretful milestones stained in

Innocent and not so innocent blood.. as every breath

Is a howling face seen, in sleep,

Choking conscience, so it never thirsts to dream!

And Mamma said: 'My child was the most beautiful

Looking baby,

The most wonderful, kind child you could ever meet!'

COSMIC CROSS OR JUST HUNGRY!

Today, when early morning in bed,

A major attack of dizziness entered

My head,

Had to get up and open the window,

Felt the need for fresh air to calm this

Swirling inflow,

Still light headed, washed and cleaned

My teeth,

It took all my energy to dress...

Then walk the street,

Headed for breakfast...

Two miles to the caff by bus,

Was disorientated sat motionless...

Tried to think, but could not,

Got off, walked to the desired place...

Felt physically light and wobbly,

'Have no reason to be this way'...

Said to myself quite oddly,

Comforted inside, didn't feel ill...

Throughout the day,

Sat and ate my breakfast, fried eggs...

tomatoes, coffee, toast and marmalade,

Decided to relax and read a book, some

Chapters and a page,

After which thought it strange to have

Experienced such a state,

Where many others fit and sane felt...

Symptoms quite the same,

Some say, it's earth vibrations rumbling...

Signs towards the mayans predicted age,

Maybe, I was just hungry and needed...

Food in my cage!

ACHIEVEMENT.

Thirst sparks a strong determined quest,

To attain personal goals, ambitiousness,

Focused, one direction, one vision, clarity

of view,

Persistence, resilience, perseverance and

Wilful attitude,

With a sure knowledge and belief of where

the road's leading to,

At the peak of accomplishment can peace of

mind come to success you pursue?

What does achievement mean to you?

T CROSS HISTORIC ALIGNMENT.

I hear noises and read opinions

About the cosmic cross,

Transforming all life, for us

Bearing the cost,

Nothing in this life has held such

Attention,

This... is something great!

Governed by cosmic intention.

For each of us, within this time

There's a gem to be found,

And if open, maybe, you'll know

What life is about,

Regardless of world issues

What is written shall come and be,

For the higher vibrations of life will

Become part of our everyday need,

And all the world's ills and darkness

Will shape the way the wisdom and

Light of consciousness shall breathe.

SOLUTION NOT THE CURE!

It takes energy, stability, strength, restraint

and detachment for Tolerance to withstand

another's irrepressible need to instigate the

compulsion in creating meaningless drama!